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  • Writer's pictureZoë Atkinson Fiennes

A poem: Surrender

An aching sweetness,

This divine longing.

To have you cup my fingers in yours.

To see your eyes, open, wide.

As if you see me for the first time.

This desire, that burns my thighs,

My feminine place,

A slow wanting.

Dancing under the moon to your music.

Touch me, touch my burning skin, I am on fire for you!

I long to surrender myself in your arms.

© text and image Zoë ATKINSON FIENNES


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